spiky

A day of extremes.
A (comparatively) good night's sleep.
Happy boy in morning turning, in an instant, to angry and upset boy. Resorted to paracetamol.
2 long naps. Happy boy at pilates (once fed!) Grumpy boy watching me make dinner.
Went to bed smiling. An excellent sight.

Got text this morning saying Dex's passport was being printed. It arrived this evening. "The ink's still wet" said the man for what I'm guessing wasn't the first time.